h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Sorry for all the horrible typos in that last post.

See what I mean about the brain?

hey ... .. ...hope you've recovered from your weekend .. funny how things sometimes suddenly seem to fall into strange pockets of weirdness ...funny cracks in the atmosphere ... whether its affected by personal or global situations or barometric pressure ...like that scuzzy muzzy fuzzy feeling in the head just before a thunderstorm breaks ...



.... or astrological configurations ... (what? you don't read your horoscope? .. .. ) hmmmm .. heheheheheheh .. well I'm allowed 'cos ... erm ...what's my excuse ... erm.... if the horoscope tells me that Aries folks should just slink easy round the edges today and avoid vanilla icecream, cracked mirrors and slavering beasts called Spike ... then I will ...

heheheheh ....



I digress! I digress! we have literary considerations!

anapest? you know these things? hmmm .. (heads to Wiki list ...) OK ...



bad Lord Byron? .. you refer to his wayward lifestyle? ... or his dactylic musings ... hmmm ... not an easy fellow to be involved with I'd bet ... 'specially not in a tempestuous love affair ....



hmm ... tempestuous poetic love affairs ... so many of them .... Verlaine and Rimbaud .... Ted Hughes Sylia Plath Assia Wevill ....

suicide and wild despair and crazed inspiration ... ...

... sexuality that won't comply ......



talking of which ... are you familiar with the films of Terence Davies? saw a great interview with him on The Culture Show last week ... what a dear fellow he is ....we are eagerly awaiting his much lauded new film ..... he reminds me of Derek Jarman in fact ...a filmic poet ... .. operatic classical soundtracks .. and .. above all .. a celebration of the homoerotic .. against the odds ..



ah (Good)Alfred Lord Tennyson ...Regretfully I spent most of my shivering quivering schooldays wrapped in a fragile skin of daydreams .... ...pursued in nightmares by that demon x-word ... exam! .... so I shut off a lot of the early wonder of learning ... had to catch up later ... like now ... heheheheheh ...

... but I do remember English class and the first time I heard

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Alfred Lord Tennyson

ah ..... such beauty! such beauty! .... I felt my spirit leave my body .. wanted to say to the teacher .. 's'cuse me I'm dying here' .. but I think she thought I was maybe dead already .. heheheheheheh ... ...



I also remember the first time I heard the poetry of Gerard Manley Hopkins ..(1844-1889).... extraordinary use of language .. Catholic Convert .. Jesuit priest ... experimented with his own type of poetic metre ... .. terrible depressions and anguish .. struggles with sexuality .... although, according to Wiki .. his last words were 'I am so happy, I am so happy' ..

so there we are then ....

and I haven't even got to Dolores .... ...

yadayadayadayadayada .. hark at me ... yadayadayada ... heheheheheh ... click fast forward ......edit .. and delete ...

yadayadayadayada .... yes yes ... but I must return! ... to consider the various literary musings .... of the DG ..

I slink shyly into the AWW now, when you send me a blue A number .. to see what your friends say about it all ... and what you say about it all ...

and what do I say about it all? erm ... ... well .. I say hullo ..

A Change in Plan ... I feel I know these folks anyway .. good to have a catch up and a coffee with them ... .... splendid idea to write from the perspective of another character ! ... ... 'course I'll be on at you for Geoff's point of view also ... .. you started a trend here now .. re-writing a story in the voices of all the different characters ... ..

this might have to take to the stage ... ...

I have a picture in my head of Dolores ... won't tell .. wait to see who you would cast to play her .. on stage ... course now I want to ask her what she thinks of country music and cable TV and where she found her first grey hair .. wish you wouldn't say these things ... heheheheheh ...

you start me off ... yadayadayadayadayadayadayadayada

I love that little piccie you put in with Learning ... called ....and those lines

<<>> DG

what do you mean in your intro when you say ? (heads to Wiki to find out what verse is ... .... )

it's getting confusing here, getting educated ...

thanks for continued feast of A numbers ... more more more ...

Tennyson is my favourite...my sister is actually named for a Tennyson character, so I come by it honestly.

I love 'Idylls of the King'. I love 'In Memoriam".

I must look for this Davies fellow...give me titles, we will watch. If he's like Derek Jarman...

Heat, things getting a bit better.

All right. This is awful, and I apologise in advance. A7648905.

But you mentioned Byron... (There is no Part Two, because the good Captain feel asleep during the exercise, and didn't show up on the trip.)

I'm glad you like Dolores. What does she look like? Hmmm...have to think about that. I think she looks like one of those pretty actresses on the LMN channel...

http://www.mtc-nyc.org/images/Margaret_Colin1.jpg

I think that's her. Lovely actress. Was in 'Once and Again', a great, weird, short-lived (of course) tv series in which John Goodman was run over by a subway train, and his brain placed in a buff new body by a mad scientist. This was darkly humorous, and rather scarily real...

Not about what you'd think, at all. (If you don't know John Goodman, he's a fine actor, but he must weigh at least 300 pounds.)

Will get up to more later, running late and needing to eat, which requires concentration on my part.

Hi to Chris!

Hope you folks haven't got sunburned yet...I have avoided this fate, but am brownish...

Have just perpetrated this, because I felt I had to. A39058293.

I actually don't *care* if anybody likes it. I mean this.

I had to write it. Awful compulsion.

I don't care if it's frivolous, trivial, sentimental, has 'bad' science in it, or whatever...

That Gordon fella wouldn't leave me alone.

(I think Chris might get a kick out of it, though.)

Oh, and it has a clickable pic, just for you.

hmmmm .. no chance of sunburn right now ... its been teeming with rain here for a day or so ... have to go chill out .. chill? .. erm .. burn out .. in the sauna .. at least in the sauna and pool you don't get fishes and weird marine creatures lurking in the scuzzy water, nibbling on yer bodyparts ... what??? hush! silence the lady before she even begins ... heheheheheheh ..

wait a minute ... need to slurp a Sunday morning coffee here ... ah ... I love this bitter caffeinated nectar .. .



you've been a busy scribe, mister! nocturnal musings with quillpen and ink in the flickering candlelight ? what .. wait a minute .. the laptop has been invented .. hmmm .. I would like to use a quillpen .. you can buy gimmick biros with a fake quillpen feather .. not the same though as all that intense flowing ink ...



I wonder from which birdie does a quillpen feather orginate ... .. hang on .. just ask ProfessorWiki ... hmmm .. a primary flight feather from a large bird ...goose, swan, crow, eagle, owl, hawk. turkey ... not sure 'bout the ethics of this after all .. p'haps go back to writing with biro-ink .. or blood ... ... but then I have a choice ...



here's a quiz .. don't cheat by going to Wiki .. I'm allowed 'cos I don't know anything .. but you're not allowed ..

name a very famous document that was signed with a quillpen ... .. yuh .. ... OK .. so everything was signed with a quillpen ... erm ... OK ...here's the giveaway clue .... 1787 ...



Ok .. that's enough of all that ...



thankyou for splendid beautiful picture of actress to represent Dolores! same vibe as I imagined .. I will ask for piccies of Robert and Geoff ... I will I know I will ... hehehehehheheh ... ... but have to restrain hyperactive inquisitive tendencies ..



I got the pic of Cairn Terrier Obadiah ... Chris grew up with a Cairn Terrier .. Sandy .. he used to charge up the road, barking, following the car .. when the family would leave on journeys without him ... Sandy, that is, not Chris .. although .....



I know John Goodman .. as Dan in Roseanne .. then onwards .. always glad when I see him on the screen ... have to look out for 'Once and Again' ... I love obscure brilliant short lived productions ... that shine too weirdly bright for their time ... then eventually become underground cult classics!



and talking of cult classics ... heheheheheheh .. even the title ... ... 'tis a cult classic for sure .. heheheheheheh .. s'pecially as there's no part two ... .. and Lord Byron is somehow involved .... ....



that bit about Jamie not being able to kill .. and the subsequent scenes .. ... kind of funny and moving at the same time ... I (secretly) went ... but I'm allowed 'cos I'm a girl .. I'm reeeely into Jamie y'know ..



and then ....

Of Time Dilation and the Border Ballad ...

doth flutter into mine in-box ... on wings of splendour that still have their flight feathers ... 'cept now I've run out of time ...



laters! laters! (I will return .... )

1787? Dumb historian that I am, I think of our Constitution, but you probably mean something else...

One needn't feel too guilty about quill pens, I think...

People used to keep geese. To eat. When they killed them, they took all the feathers.

The small feathers made featherbeds. The bigger feathers made quill pens.

You can buy quill pens - just go online, and get them from wherever we used to get them at the museum. Complete with just-add-water ink mixtures.

I just remembered this - when I was a kid, I found some feathers and made quill pens out of them. I used ink I got by cutting up old biros, I think...anyway, it was fun to do, even though my handwriting is scarily bad...

Hope you like the border balld story...hope Chris does.

Later!

e-gad! mister ... I've been dying to say e-gad! for some while now ....



Chris says there's another expression of similar vintage ... ...gadzooks! ... but that seems to have a darker meaning .. and origin ... hmmmm



anyway ... e-gad mister! oh no .. wait a minute ... firstly ...

yup .. you're right ... the Constitution ... .. heheheheheheh ... signed with a quill pen ... well .. according to Wiki that is ...



OK .. so the quillpen .. I understand more now ...thankyou for further insights ... .... I love that childhood image of you collecting feathers ...what kind of things did you write down in childhood? with your home-made quillpen ...stories already? I bet! .. tell me, pleeeeze, if you remember ...



matter of fact, I was thinking about childhood writings .. at school we had two exercise books .. one was called a 'rough book' .. where you could scribble and scrawl and work out your essays and things .. except I covered mine with bug doodles .. .. and the footprints of many secret worlds .. ah beauty! no-one could enter .. unless you invited them ...

and then there was the 'neat book' ... which you had to hand in ..for assessment ... hmmmmm ... but you never put the secret stuff in there ..did yer! ..... ... course you didn't .... heheheheheheheh ...

hmmmm

anyway .... e-gad mister! Of Time Dilation and the Border Ballad ... this is like finding long forgotten knowledge ...wrapped in a tartan rug ... of a slightly unusual fabric ... in an old attic you thought you remembered... but something strange has happened to the light and space around you ... and ... ... heheheheheheh ...



Chris is going ... Lord Saltoun and Auchanachie ??? .... The Border Ballads ??? ... as if they were some distant haunting pipe tune .... that he knew once .. before he forgot everything in 1975 ... heheheheheheh ..





I didn't even know ... till just now ... that the lyrics of Flower of Scotland .. which some say should be the Scottish national anthem ... are a Border Ballad ... beautiful tune it is .. you know it?



and this is all just research .... before I start to consider the story ... heheheheheheheh .. give me a week ...

e-gad mister! .... you got us this time ... love it ... I'll get back to you ... and he says aye aye yer seein' it boy ... or something like that ..

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oh erm ... Terence Davies ... you asked for titles ... hmmm .. best send you this ....which I think is a great piece of writing anyway .. even if his work is not for you ... 'cos I don't really know enough about it all ...the world of film ... he's compared to Derek Jarman and Peter Greenaway ...

http://www.screenonline.org.uk/people/id/502509/



I wrote a strange verse a couple of nights ago ... in the candlelight .. with my non existent quillpen ...

but will get back later ... and I am yadayadayada-ing again ....

That one? I like that song.

You know those border ballads are alive and well in the Appalachians...

Get a film called 'Songcatcher', you'll love it. Low-budget, financed partly, I think, by Dolly Parton, bunch of North Carolina profs helped, all about the folks back a ways who found all that fossil music up there.

And gay ladies... And what to do if you're chased by a catamount (it involves disrobing, heh-heh)...

Oh, you two have made my evening, as I sit lonely here and answer email after email...feeling a bit like Auchanachie Gordon in his ship...

Sometimes you think, is anybody out there, you know?

s.

Oh. Forgot quills.

I was dumb and wrote bad poetry, since mercifully lost, and Gheorgheni stories, and practised writing with both hands...

I have bad handwriting ambidextrously.

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that is so amazing .. are you naturally ambidextrous? or did you learn the art .... do you find that the right and left hand can channel different information? different poetry and stories? would that I could see some of those childhood poems .... can you really not recall?



I have seen feathers everywhere today ... on the bike track and in town ... everywhere ...



have just had the most extraordinarily magic fleeting image .. a waking dream ... has made me feel quite peculiar .. in a good way ..... not sure if I can communicate it but will try ... 'cos I really need to tell you .... in note form .. with lots of dots ... heheheheheh



animated .... in black and white .... a maze made from a yew hedge ...like in an ornamental English garden .. a sundial right in the centre .... with a figure standing beside it ... androgynous .. age uncertain .... charismatic energy ...seer's energy ... holding a black and white feather in each hand .. like a magpie feather .. head bowed in reverence .. arms crossed over his/her chest ... music in the distance .. trance rhythm .. .. wondrous atmosphere ..yet a quivering edge of uncertainty .. very momentary .. no past no future ..

sun moves over the sky .. very fast .. like time lapse photography ... sundial shows the hour ...every hour ...

suddenly all goes dark ....... very suddenly ...

the figure immediately uncurls ...in time to the music ... like a dance .. a very immediate martial art type dance ... looks up to the sky .. stretches out his/her arms and points the feathers right up to the stars ... each feather emits a white light laser ray ... that projects into infinity ...

end of waking dream ... resulting feeling? OK .. very OK ..

grrrrr .. now I need to be a film-maker to really say that one ... wonder if I communicated anything ..sorry about dodgy note form ..



fevered consideration of Border Ballads and all sorts is underway here ... we will keep in touch .. heheheheheheh .. can't get anywhere near our computer .. Tartanboy is on a roll ... heheheheheh ..



wow .. just checked Songcatcher ... what a soundtrack ... some of our all time fave musicians here .. Roseanne Cash, Iris DeMent, Dolly Parton, Emmylou Harris, Julie Miller, Gillian Welch and Dave Rawlings ..

wow again ... and DVD is to be ordered ..

gay ladies ... ...

... and what to do if chased by a catamount .. what's a catamount? ...



off for supper .. plan to post early tomorrow .. with possible almost-poetic ramblings and other thoughts .... if I can extract Tartanboy from all things spelt Auchanachie ...

your fault ... heheheheheheh



PS have the Transatlantic Sessions been screened in the States? hope so .. some of your finest musicians graced Scotland with their presence and their music ... totally brilliant ... American Irish and Scottish musicians meeting together in a big house in the Highlands .. ... put Transatlantic Sessions in YouTube if interested ... there's lots of footage ...

laters ... kindred spirits ... here's to you ..

I love that dream. I could see it.

A yew maze...something our designers got wrong in the game, they have a deciduous yew tree, I wrote a bug report about it...

I am trying to eat, and people are sending me instant messages asking me to translate German terms of abuse...

I had a dream about a Gael tom last night, who was doing something I can't repeat on hootoo...it involved gold coins in a peculiar place...

The night before, I dreamt I showed Elektra a shell. It still had a strange creature in it. She ate it. And got a bellyache.

Thanks for the tip about the Transatlantic Sessions...will look them up when I'm at home. We like the same people, then...also Kathy Mattea, Nanci Griffith...?

Alison Krause? (sp?)

'O, Brother, Where Art Thou?' That chilling rendition of 'O Death'...

The fact that Chris is now googling Auchanachie Gordon on my account is somehow both gratifying and moving.

You do not want to know about my childhood poetry, it was AWFUL.

Did you read the short story I wrote about the poetry contest? One of the rotten samples is actually - from memoary - the start of a horrible poem with which I WON a poetry contest in school.

A36810506, if you haven't seen it.

First song I ever wrote, for my baby sister (I was six, she was four):

'Oh, Lainey-Bug, your strawlike hair,
Forever looks like a haystack fair.'

This will give you an idea: DON'T GO THERE.

Back to work.

what is lapis lazuli ? ..beautiful blue ... gemstone... but must check details ... had this character once in my head called Lazarus Lazuli .. which is really kind of pointless information ... heheheheheheh ...



watch out for weird dream-shells, Elektra ... heheheheheheh .. or the charms of the entity that lurketh within ... ..

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gold coins in a peculiar place ?... mmmmmm .... erm .. right .. 'scuse me just get another coffee here .. why are the censored dream descriptions the best .. heheheheheheh .. 'cos they leave the missing bits to the imagination ... uh oh .. not sure about that ... sshhhhh .. don't start me ...

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that black and white waking dream I just told you about ... it continued last night in sleep dream ... which is kind of strange .. never had that happen before ... very fleeting image .. saw a large black and white bird .. like a magpie but different... flying over a wide wide sky ... clutching in its claws a little globe .. like a crystal ball .. only not solid at all ... more like a little ball of energy ..

more like the bird was protecting the globe rather than a malevolent situation .. which is a relief .. can't afford a shrink right now .. hehehehehheeh ..

hmmmm ....

conclusion .... need to eat more chocolate to regulate brain chemicals .. and then work on dot addiction .....................

...

now where are we ...

that little song you wrote for your sister? ... you know what ..I think its really magic .. not just saying that ... I am very haunted by childhood magic .. and mystery ... that whole other time scale .. and way of seeing ..

heheheheheheh .. this one is going to be a riot I can tell ... ... grabs blue A number re poetry contest ... for later considerations ..... .. I will return ... ..



ah yes ... . these musicians we were mentioning .. this is Chris' domain .. his musical home ... especially the American music ... although he does have an inherent response to the Gaelic Scots ballads etc .. some things just run in the blood, even though the blood is wounded ...



I love them too .. kind of like family or something ...deep ... except my musical tastes also take off at peculiar and sometimes questionable tangents .... ....

I am a massive Pink Floyd fan .. Leonard Cohen ... all sorts .. from cacophonous sounds to sacred Mozart .. ... right now I am listening to electronic psychedelic trance ... and the Pet Shop Boys .. interestingly, Derek Jarman directed a few videos for the Pet Shop Boys .. thereby proving that all conversations eventually come full circle ... except when they don't ...



I see that YouTube has some of the Gaelic ballads from the Transatlantic Sessions ... wonder if you can understand the lyrics? do you study both Scots and Irish Gaelic ?

I do get haunted by kindness ...a deep emotional haunting ..a pull to light ... like a plant turning towards the sun ... or a moth to a flame .. yikes ... sizzling wings .. hope not ..



why do moths fly into a candleflame and fry themselves?


the other night I had this little glass of brandy by my bed ...was just about to sip the wondrous nectar .. when this moth flies out of nowhere .. straight into the brandy ... splosh! .. and drowns itself ..

hmmmm



I am also haunted by compassion ... tolerance ...forgiveness .. all the seeming old fashioned type emotions .. so vast in their power!1 ... awesome! .. like a bright burning inner flame that never dies ....



can't help it .. I know it doesn't make for cool streetwise gritty art ... but hey ... I am the same girl now as I was in childhood .... when I used to weep for days 'cos they tortured to death my beautiful cosmic Jesus .....

I try to fathom the mystery ... encompass it and give out just a little bit .. even though I am like a crazy moth ... and lose my way ..



hmmm

tried to jot down some word paintings about all this, a couple of nights ago ... .. written to the rhythm of the inner medicine metre ....



....sometimes I wonder if, in a previous erm .. incarnation .. I was one of these ailing aristocratic ladies who would languish on the chaise longue in the drawing room .. completely zonked out by copious quantities of laudanum ... writing endless quirky verses to vases of lupins and things ... .. and having wild erotic fantasies about ....

ahem ..

(The Haunting of Kindness) ..... (the dots are there for a reason .. to illustrate uncertain gaps in the brain of the author .... )


Of a vision I write
in this danger-dark night
'Tis a presence of wonder
infused with delight ..................



And I feel it so near
through my confines of fear
While the candleflame falters
a new light burns clear ...................



Yet when horror does claw
at the lock on the door
to infect us with wounds
from its merciless war

Will this vision stay pure ?
will its spirit endure ?
is it all just delusion
a fictional lure?........................



Hear my heart beating loud
in the clamorous crowd!
While the sunset is bleeding
through cracks in the cloud

And I'll howl my refrain
through the cold diamond rain!
For this mystery beckons
to haunt me again ......................



Take my deep thoughtful frown
and my gold paper crown
For one drop of its beauty
I'll lay it all down ! ........................

Of its presence I'll write
in the flickering night
'Tis a spirit of kindness
A flame of delight! .................

amen

You got it.

As I am now explaining to Elektra, while she gets the (gluten-free) pizza ready...

If you don't know where the core is, you get lost in the maze...

Thank you for that, I was busy having other people's dreams last night. I HATE having other people's dreams.

You know where it is...don't worry, the rest takes care of itself.

I don't know why moths do that, or what that means...if you figure it out, let me know...but being drawn to the light...

Here's a verse from the Bible (I take the liberty, I know that book's not fashionable):

'Whosoever shall fall upon that stone shall be broken; but on whomsoever it shall fall, it will grind him to powder.' Luke 20:18

King Jamie's got it right: BUT. The others got it wrong.

It goes: If you fall on it voluntarily, you break, but you get over it. If it falls on you, you lose...

The point of playing the game is to break, not be ground up.

Haunted by kindness...what a wonderful thing to say...haunted by the Holy Ghost...tell Chris to make a song about that, will you?

Wow. Off to eat. I will keep thinking about this. Thanks.

Oh, and I hope you like the silly story about the poetry contest. And the purpose of literary criticism...

You asked about Gaelic.

I took lessons. Once at the University of Bonn...lovely, tiny lady from the embassy, with a Spanish comb in her black hair...thought of her as 'The Spanish Lady'. She gave us children's books to read, Sean and Roisin...

Then in Munich, from a wisecracking German woman named Lilo...we read Liam O'Flaherty...

I still don't know it.

I have books - Scots and Irish - I have tapes.

I sit here listening to Live Ireland, because they sing so much in Gaelic.

Some day I will get a chance to learn this wonderful language.

I visit Focal an Lae...I try.



Back to work.

yay!

phew sweat sweat faint faint .. (wipes brow) .... that was a bit of a leap on my part .. sharing that strange inspired haunted rhyme with you ... being as I am such a shy timorous beestie .. heheheheheheheheh .. still sometimes takes most of my energy trying to flutter my works towards the light of another mind .... like paper moths flying straight out of my soul ... hehehehehheheh .. but glad I did .. and thankyou thankyou for your insights ... (blush)

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shy timorous beestie heheheheheheh .. hey Rabbie ... haven't thought about you in a while ..

<<<>>>>>


from To a Mouse by Robert Burns

To A Mouse ... I love that title .. To A Mouse ....



.. is vibrational a word? ... ... ah well it sounds right .. trying to sketch some words to describe further breaking open to sparkly wonderzone realisations ...

Luke 20:18 reawakens memories of long-ago nights .. kept awake by the insistent rhythm of my pulsing brain ...

mixing with the insistent heartbeat rhythm of the foghorn .... dooooooo dooob dooooooo doooob doooooooo doooob (typical English coastal sound early 60s) ... ...

mixing with the mysterious mantra of cryptic Biblical words..

mixing with sonic streams of liquid owl-sounds ...

mixing with moonwhite moonlight jasmine fragrance ..

mixing with scary scrapy shadow-shaped whispers ..



and now that inner rhythm .. inner rhyme ... the medicine metre .... is keeping me awake once again ... like a mysterious cryptic chant .. while strange crimson-gold neon echoes flash like a city night through my pulsating brain ...

I would go on ... and probably will .................



Some Lines from Horace .... oh DGDGDGDG .. what can I say? what a wondrous riotous journey that was! ....absolutely hilarious yet of course with depth ... and I know which of those poem examples is yours ... do so do so do so ... the one you won the poetry contest with ..... some of those poem examples ... are you trying to choke me ? by getting me to laugh like that ?.. whilst attempting to sip from my morning coffee ? ... hehehehehheheh .. splutter splutter ....



you know the word 'critter' right? ... well ..I've only ever used it to describe earthly beasts .. like when you find ants s in the honey .... begone little critters ......



well ... I just acquired this wondrous book .. it is truly splendid ...I love it so much ...I really really love it .. .. I'm in love .... I'm always deeply in love ...with something .. or someone .. heheheheheh

anyway .. its a psychic encyclopedic dictionary .. well the book itself isn't psychic .. actually it probably is .. but it defines thousands of words from the psychic realms ..

(Respect ....)

anyway ... 'critter' is in there ..

<<>>>>>>

from The Encyclopedic Psychic Dictionary by June G. Bletzer



why am I telling you this?????????? ... hehehehheheheh .. ..... I think t'was you who introduced me to them ... heheheheheheh ... under another name ..

its so beautiful .. I'm in love with mystery ... ..




Rabbie could write a poem .. To A Mouse(like) Critter ... hehehehehehheh

gotta go .... before I get into trouble ... from the literary gods ... and the inhabitants of the Mariposa ..

wink wink

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PS ... The Spanish Lady ....

<rofl

I like Robbie Burns, too. That poor mouse was scared because he turned over its nest with a plough. 'The best laid schemes of mice and men gang aft agley, and leave us naught but grief and pain for promised joy.'

I feel like that a lot. Poor mousie.

Glad you liked Horace.

Critters......you find the numinous in everything, bless you, even though - unlike Philip Kindred - you do not wear a tinfoil hat (do you?)...

Where I come from, 'critter' is the pronunciation of 'creature', from the Gaelic pronunciation 'creatiur' (sp, Chris?)...

So Ariel is a critter.

The scary things are called 'boogers', from 'bogle', so there.

My grandfather waking us up in the morning with a child call (he used a different one for his cows): 'Boooooooo - ger-man...Boooooo - ger - man...'

'All critters great and small, all things wise and wonderful...'

Be good.

( slinks in on tiptoe ...as s'posed to be resting brain ... lured by magic things and sparkly thought-awakeners... )





the boooooo - ger - man! funny coincidence .. just asking Phred yesterday what boooger means .... as he put it in his Report ... written from NC ... ...

hmmmmm coincidences ...

think feathers .. find them everywhere
think 216 digit numbers .. see them everywhere
think Tennyson ... he appears everywhere
think Gaelic ... word-roots everywhere
think the booooo-ger-man ..... run kid heheheheheh ..



wonder what your grandfather's cattle call was?

I am fascinated by animal calls .... another secret language .. t'wixt man and creature.... should say ... t'wixt man and critter !...



funny how the presence of grandparents in childhood can be so unique and potent and often magical ... you think? like there's a space in the brain reserved just for grandparent memories .... I think about my beloved Gran most days ..



been studying Rabbie's Mouse poem in greater depth .. since you mentioned it .. and the life and times of Rabbie himself .. fascinating ...



numinous! now there's a word! ...must think about numinous ... there's a word with charisma .. can words have charisma? I think so ...




Philip Kindred? .. Philip K Dick! .. .. know his name of course (Respect .....) just read up about him in Wiki .. think might read some of his later short stories ....



216 digit numbers .. ever seen Pi? (Faith in Chaos) one of my all-time fave films .. I'm always on about it ..


written and directed by Darren Aronofsky .. black and white .. flickery .. hallucinations .. headaches .. super-computer called Euclid .. transcendent ending .... the syntax! the syntax!

what is syntax? never could quite grasp that ending ... hmmm



been thinking good thoughts about different ways of sharing creative works with others ... lots of different ways ... I like the low profile relaxed ways .. heheheheheheh ... ...

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also just been checking the history of art criticism .. (on Wiki of course) .. .. s'posed to be resting brain ... tomorrow tomorrow ..

hmm ..


I concluded that quality art criticism could be an art form in itself ... a catalyst ... but has to be quality or else can get weird ...

think even Tennyson suffered from the sword-pen of critics ..



Guy Clark .. songwriter .. once said that, for him, a song isn't a song till its been sung in front of other people ...

can you relate, re writings?

writer/reader ... performer/audience .... symbiotic relationship ...


ah yes ..



....reckon the artist has to take responsibilty ....and know the game before entering the ring .. . ...if they feel attracted to do so .. or else stay home and watch TV (sounds like a better option!) ..

then easy .... wrap the soul and vulnerable body parts in a protective skin made from toffee wrappers and fading postcards of long forgotten seaside resorts ..

what? ...

and presto! ..... round 216 (billion) .... artist vs critic



I think AWW is good .... honest but constructive critique and suggestions and tips on technique etc ... quality ... different to art criticism .. related but different ..

???



I thought art criticism began in prehistoric times ... guy draws a bison on cave wall .. wife goes ... guy goes .. whole village crowds into cave .. heated debate breaks out ... is it a horse? is it a bison? but most important .... is it art? ......



off to rest brain ... .....

laters laters laters .... much laters ....